How insecure I feel now I’m bereft .
How grief feels more like fear than I had known
What can the whole world mean when you have left?
How panic grips the heart, I’d never guessed.
I wish my suffering heart would turn to stone
How insecure I feel now I’m a bereft.
Through these awful thoughts my mind will drift
Alone, alone, unloved, alone alone.
What can the whole world mean, when you have left?
The nonsense and the sense flow by me swift
How insecure I feel now I’m bereft.
In this my writing there is not much craft.
My fingers shrink and feel like tragic bones
What does this dark world mean when you have left?
What does this life mean when our mates are gone.
We create it, live until we’re done
How insecure we feel when we are bereft
The pillars of our world are fallen, demons laugh.
How my heart speaks 